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Long walks and parks and street markets in summer, art exhibitions and opera in winter. Good red wine any time.
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“Sire, I am Princess Aurelia of the royal family and of an age to marry.”
“With my king’s permission, I will submit myself to your pleasure. If it ends this dreadful siege. In return for surrendering my honour to you, I ask simply for peace.”
“Your women have more courage than your knights,” Zarek said, addressing the king and everyone else.
Then, to me, he said, “You want to give me your body? But what do you have to give, princess, hidden away under that thick dress which covers you from neck to foot?”
He was across the throne room in a few long strides and at once standing right in front of me. He cupped a rough hand under my chin and raised my head.
As he held my head up, he suddenly plunged his other hand straight down the front of my dress. I gasped as he clasped my breast, taking it firmly, but not too hard.
“You beast!” princess Elienne, my cousin, hissed from behind me.
Yet no-one made any move to defend me. With everybody at his mercy, he might have flung me to the ground and ravaged me and it would have been politic to let him have his way.
Time stood still. No man had ever touched my intimate places. Let alone so publicly. All I could feel was his palm, with its battle-hardened skin, stroking over my soft flesh.
I was blushing, bright crimson, as Zarek handled me, though I alone knew that it was not from shame. Between my legs, there was a trace of dampness. I thanked the gods for the thick material of the dress.
“Very well,” Zarek said. “We shall have peace.”
He withdrew his rough hand quite slowly. I was relieved that the thickness of the dress hid my nipples. Both of them were standing absolutely erect, as if I had been bathing in a cold stream.